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I should have been tired when I woke up. It had been another late night, and I had gotten very little sleep. But I woke up feeling refreshed and alive. My first thought was of Ann. I was excited about her being at Matt's and getting a chance to talk to her. I was more excited that she had seemed to be interested enough in me to openly flirt. And I was ecstatic that I would be seeing her again that evening. Suddenly, the weekend seemed like a distant memory.
I looked at the boxer's I'd dropped next to my bed after using them to clean myself up the before falling asleep. They were crusted and hard from the dried cum. I couldn't put them in the hamper in my bathroom, so I stuffed them under my bed for the time being and got up to take a shower. I usually did my own laundry, but every once in a while my mom would need some more clothes to finish out one of her loads, so she'd do mine. It wasn't often, but I wasn't going to take a chance.
On the way out of my room, I put them in a sports bag and headed down the hall. I had a habit of taking the bag with me a lot, and I often took it as I went to work, in case something came up and I didn't want to head home first. So it wouldn't be that unusual for me to carry it with me in the morning.
I had actually woken up early so I went and put the bag in the car, and went back in to make some breakfast. As I walked back into the house, Mom was standing in the kitchen, and she was surprised to see me.
"You're up early. I thought you got in late again last night."
"I did. I just woke up early, and I couldn't go back to sleep, so I got up. I feel pretty good, but I could sure use some coffee."
She poured me a cup and I sat down to have a bowl of cereal.
"You weren't playing basketball all night, were you?" she asked.
She wasn't being nosy. She could be, but she wasn't all the time. She just hadn't seen me in a while, and she rarely had company with her in the morning, since dad and I tended to run out as soon as we were ready.
"No. We played a couple of hours. I was up late talking to an old friend from school. She came back for the reunion. I wanted to find out how it went."
"I thought you wanted to avoid it."
"I did avoid it. That doesn't mean I don't want to know if I was the only loser in our class."
"Neil, stop talking like that! We've talked about that. You have too --"
I laughed and said, "Relax, Mom. I was kidding. It was just nice to see her, and to actually talk to someone my age."
"Who was it?"
"Ann Franklin. I'm not sure you remember her. She didn't hang out after school much."
"Sure I do. She's Marlin and Jean's girl. She was really cute, if I recall," she said, always trying to make a match. I think just to get me out of the house.
"Actually, she's gone from cute to gorgeous, unlike a lot of girls in our class. She's spent her ten years becoming a babe. She also lives in California, so calm down."
Mom smiled. She was happy to see me in a good mood for once.
I slipped out the door and headed to work, once again escaping any questioning about the weekend. With Ann in her mind, that was a distant event. And Ann had the same effect on me.
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The morning went very smoothly. Dad came in to say hi, and he made some small talk about my seeing a schoolmate. As usual, he had just enough information to be dangerous. I got him square on the details and he went his merry way.
The meeting he got put off the day before happened just after the morning break and it went very well. My boss was very enthusiastic, and I also got some great responses from the other department heads, as well as the President of the company. I walked away feeling good, but still knowing that there would be a large percentage of the company that wouldn't see things as they were. I was a just product of genes, and to them, it was all about who I was related to. I knew that shouldn't have bothered me, but it always did, even on my best days.
I got a phone call from Mark at S-T Incorporated about a half hour before lunchtime. His meeting with Harry, their VP, also went very well, and he was looking at a promotion. That, and Harry was so thrilled about finally winning the tournament between all those competitive companies, he was handing out bonus checks to all the players.
"I just put your check in the mail, buddy!"
"You didn't have to Mark. Believe me, I got well compensated while I was up there. You should have kept it."
"It's a check, Neil, not cash. Besides, I think you'll be glad I didn't."
"Why?" I said, thinking Harry was giving us something of a token monetary gift.
"It's for five hundred dollars, Neil."
"What? He shelled out five grand on the team?"
"Yeah... but it gets better. Come to find out, the big wigs from all of the companies in the tournament wager on the games. Harry told me yesterday that after seeing you and Dawn play together up the middle he went around and increased all his bets. He really cleaned up. He gave us half of what he won. I felt guilty about taking the money too, until he told me that."
With the mention of Dawn, I felt compelled to ask him some questions about his Sunday night and Monday morning. I didn't really want to, but I knew it would be worse if I never brought it up. I didn't want him to think I didn't appreciate his hospitality. And I didn't want him to think that everything we did was suddenly an issue. So, I asked about his time at the hotel.
"Denise was incredible, Neil. I can't believe she's forty-eight. You were right, she looks twenty years younger than that, and she fucks like it too. I think you and Dawn really just got her warmed up."
"Did you feed her?" I asked, concerned that they had forgotten.
"Besides the couple of loads she swallowed from me, and all the cum she drank from Jill?"
"Yes, dumbass... did she get a real meal?"
"Funny you should ask. When Jill and I opened the door, Denise was in the Jacuzzi. We thought she was in a bathing suit, but she got out naked and dried off, and then gave us each a big hug and a kiss. At that point, I thought we were going straight to the bed. But she said she was famished, and asked what we brought her to eat."
"You didn't take anything, did you?" I said disgustedly.
"No. Jill wanted to order room service. So I picked up the phone to call, and Denise told me to ask for Carlos. So I did, and when he got on the phone, Denise took it from me. She hung up the phone, and she was giddy and told us to hurry and get undressed."
"So, what happened?"